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Throw the blindfold in the fire

Set aside your raw desire

Behold the truth in flesh and skin

Progenitor of sin

Nought but mask here to admire

Expert acting of a liar

Noble mirage for the eyes

And rotten core within

He sees no value in your life, you fools

You're just an army of weak-minded tools

The march to the grave shall be all of your lore

An ill-mended soul is set only on war

Strong is the one I have seen cast you down

He sat on the throne and was wearing your crown

There is no hope, your future leads to gloom

Inscriptions of shame will be carved on your tomb

No hope remains for you: No hope but one

Slay the bright figure by your hand alone

Or blood like a river will flow 'neath your feet

And all of your strength shall be gone

A voice of order spoke to his ears

As he choked with grief and had eyes filled with tears

The heir was then cast into darkness and void

Which sealed the omen and empowered the fears

His sly, foul, head designed

A plan crafted to fool the mind

A voice convincing every kind

Of soul to wish to be confined

He has a power you are no match for

A sinister bane always craving for more

Resist or march for him wearing his cloak

Till nought remains but the blood, dust and smoke

Speaking of nobility

Fits his capability

It's nothing but gilded lies

Heed, I speak with verity